More agitated than a preschooler without crayons
I just wanna a draw a picture, but I have to stay on
Task, focus, get on my grind
Too bad, I have trouble walking in a straight line
Wretched is my disposition when forced out to play
When driven out of hiding, and put out on display
Cast from my shadows, exposing how hollow
What I'm composed of is, it's all borrowed
There is no tomorrow, for this enigmatic joker
Just a series of days that follow and broker
In more mistakes for me to get blamed
For me to dismay, I'm just getting played
Dumb situations that we call the grind
Day by day, feel like I'm losing my mind
Holes in my brain, making me feel right at home
Wasted out like junky, sometimes I'll roam
Completely high out of my dome
Having consumed a triple dose of Mescaline
Nobody knows where I came from
Sometimes I even wonder if I'm an alien
Do you like, chaos
Well then, I am your god
Mental physical, spiritual
Pushed to my limits
M-Fap don't need no education
Learned all I need in my uncle's basement
Staying alive, degraded and decaying
But at least no rules I'm abading
Caught in a trap of my own design
The irony of it all as I lay here dying
Only thrall to my inhibitions
All other chains are but fictitious
Meant to keep my so-called masters
Unaware of my disasters
Play situations coy, let them think they have the advantage
Next thing you know, already done the damage
Cause I've felt the brand, burning heat
Done what I had to do to eat
But now I've found another way
Caked with misery
Trials and tests of my capacity